Jess liked post-it notes, particularly the ones that came in a variety of colours, and she was forever leasing them around the apartment for Winston, Schmidt, and Nick to find. They weren't, however, the catty, passive-aggressive notes that some people leave for their roommates, but rather little blurbs of bubbly, Jess-style encouragement that were meant to brighten their days. Winston smiled at his roommate's goofiness. Schmidt memorized them to use with his potential women. Nick usually rolled his eyes at them, but deep down inside, was actually touched by the sentiment. After all, it is always nice to know that someone cares enough about you to leave brightly coloured bits of sunshine around for you to find.

However, on this particular day, there were no post-it notes. In fact, if the guys thought about it, the amount of post-its had been dwindling ever since she had brought home Paul for thanksgiving. This was not because she was spending increasing amounts of time at his apartment, as they had yet to actually spend the night together, a fact that was fairly well-known amongst her roommates. They supposed that she must be distracted by her new man, and that she was presumably spending the greater part of her sunshine on him. Schmidt and Winston accepted this for what it was, and Nick claimed to be pleased not to run into hot pink flowers and bright yellow suns every time he opened his door. It was only when the post-its stopped all together, that they figured that there might be some kind of problem.

"You don't think Jess is mad at us, do you?" Schmidt said to Nick and Winston as they went into the kitchen.

"I don't want to do anything that would get CeCe angry at me, and I feel like enraging Jess might have that effect."

"Does Jess even really have the ability to get mad?" countered Winston."Man, have you forgotten about how she went off on Nick at thanksgiving?"

"Yeah, but that's Nick. She doesn't get mad at us!"

"Guys, you do realize that I'm right here, right?" said Nick.

"Okay, but that's not the point," said Schmidt. "Look, is she mad at us or not?"

"How would we even know?" asked Winston.

"I'll talk to her," said Nick. "If she is mad, she won't have a problem letting me know, if thanksgiving is any indication."

"Oh, thank god!" said Schmidt. "We've been hoping you'd say that. I can't deal with girl anger. There's too much risk of hair pulling."

"Dude," said Winston."Hey, I spend a lot of time on my hair, I don't want some nutty girl pulling it!"

"Schmidt, first of all, I don't think Jess is really a hair-pulling, kind of girl, man up. Second of all, no guy should be that proud of his hair or how much time he spends doing it." said Nick. He hopped off his stool and walked towards Jess' room.

"Anyway, I'm going to go see if I can figure out what's up with her."

"Good luck, man." said Schmidt.

"Yeah, tell her we're sorry if we did anything wrong." said Winston.

Nick knocked on Jess' door, and heard a "Come in" in a small voice. Nick entered accordingly. Contrary to her custom of bouncing around, Jess was tucked into bed, leafing through a magazine, undoubtedly left by CeCe. Nick sat down on the foot of her bed and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Jess, are you sick?" he asked.

"Sick? No, no. I am just having a lazy kind of day," she replied.

"Oh, well, that's good then. Hey, listen, you're not mad at me and the guys are you?"

"Mad? No, why would I be mad?"

"Well, it's just that there isn't a single post-it note up anywhere today, for the first time since you moved in… And we just thought, maybe we'd done something that made you want to stop leaving them."

"I thought you didn't like my post-it notes?" smiled Jess.

"Well, I mean, Winston and Schmidt like them. And they don't offend me or anything like that. But it does matter to me, and to them, if we've done something to upset you, which seemed possible, given the post-it situation."

"Oh. Well, the thing is, that isn't about you guys at all. I just haven't been feeling as cheerful lately. I'm just a little worried is all."

"Worried about what, Jess?""Just… Paul."

"What did he do? Did he hurt you? Did he break up with you? I'll beat him up. Winston and Schmidt will help. Well, Winston will help. Schmidt will buy you ice cream. And maybe a puppy, if you want."

"What? No, Nick, nothing like that! It's just that our relationship is starting to get more serious, and one of these days I'm going to have spend the night with him."

"Oh, but that's a good thing. So, what's worrying you?"

"Um," said Jess, hesitantly. She lowered her voice to an incomprehensible mumble.

"Didn't catch that, Jess, sorry, try again," said Nick.

"I said, I'm afraid he's going to find out that I'm bad in bed."

Whatever Nick had been expecting, it certainly wasn't that. He was not equipped to deal with these kind of female insecurities. He had never heard of someone admitting to being bad in bed. Also, if he thought about it, which he did, but only inadvertently, there was no way Jess could be bad in bed. She was too full of life and energy and spontaneity. That combination would automatically make her a dynamo in the sack. Damn it, he hadn't seriously just thought about how good his roommate would be in bed, had he? He shook his head, as though trying to forget the image that was forming there, of Jess in some pyjamas that were definitely not made of flannel. He swallowed.

"What? Jess, that's crazy!" he said. "What makes you think you're bad in bed?"

"Well, I mean, my last boyfriend did feel the need to have sex with another woman, so obviously I couldn't satisfy him in the bed department."

"Jess, the fact that your ex cheated on you doesn't make you bad in bed, it just makes him an ass. Now I want you to pick up the phone, call Paul, and tell him you're coming over for a sleepover. Just don't bring anything flannel."

"Aww, thanks Nick. You know just what to say sometimes. Oh, wait one second!" she said, as he got up to leave. He paused. She grabbed a Sharpie, and a stack of Post-its from her bedside table, and quickly scribbled something out. She handed him the note and he read it out loud.

"You can borrow a cup of sugar from a neighbour, but only the best roommate can lend you a cup of sunshine," he smirked. She beamed.

"Thanks, Jess."

"You're welcome, Nick." He left her room, to find Winston and Schmidt still in the kitchen, looking anxious.

"Crisis averted," he said, waving the sticky note at them.

"Phew," said Winston.

"What does it say?" asked Schmidt.

"Oh, just that we rock as roommates, basically," laughed Nick. "Anyway, I'm going to bed." He headed into his own room, along with the post-it. Like several other Jess-isms on post-its, he put it in his top drawer. There were maybe fifteen of them in total that he had kept, but he found that every once in awhile, it helped to be able to have that little bit of bubbly to call on.